they huddle by Fighter Ross
You know how sometimes when you are trying to pee —
but can't —
you think of running water?
Here we are, the last stand of old growth
in this forest.
When you see us standing in the ice storm
think of us as saplings among
thousands of elders —
protected
from winter,
oblivious
to the
summer axe.
Written for Friday Flash 55 - My post in exactly 55 words - for the G-Man.
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